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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      機動戦士ガンダム_鉄血のオルフェンズ_|_Mobile_Suit_Gundam:_Iron-Blooded_Orphans
  Relationship:
      Mikazuki_Augus/Orga_Itsuka
  Character:
      Mikazuki_Augus, Orga_Itsuka
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Fingering
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-09 Words: 1540
****** Satan's Fingers ******
by epyonics
Summary
     PWP filled with some kinks.
"Mikazuki!" "Mikazuki!"
They joyously called Mikazuki's name. It didn't matter how much blood was on
his hands when Mikazuki returned; there was always the admiration and the
praise. They adored him. Everyone did. They wanted his attention as much as
they wanted to shower him with their affections, but Mikazuki belonged to only
one.
Tall. Tan. Golden-eyed.
Orga...
"Orga."
Mikazuki called Orga's name. Orga turned to face him.
"Hey, Mika."
Orga had been staring out the window of the common use hallway. Right now, it
was just the two of them. Alone, and each still on their own battle highs...
The tightness in Orga's chest didn't lessen. He looked at Mikazuki, seeing
those steady eyes looking back at him, waiting. Something about that
willingness to do anything for him... really got Orga's heart pounding. Orga
reached out with a hand, without hesitance, and brushed a finger on the
underside of Mikazuki's chin.
"Mika..." Orga spoke in a low tone. "I have something for us."
"Mm. Show me."
Orga was completely planning on getting real intimate with Mikazuki right now,
and nothing was going to get in his way of that. Orga turned and left the
hallway behind, while Mikazuki followed in silence. Mikazuki was close. Orga's
heart beat faster.
The door slid open and both of them slipped inside the small room. Just as the
automatic lights flickered on, Orga slammed his hand on the switch, returning
the room to the dim glow required for the darkness of space. Orga grabbed
Mikazuki by the wrist and backed himself against the closed door. But Mikazuki
was more aggressive; he slammed against Orga, the impact on the door an audible
noise, and pulled Orga down for a kiss.
Orga moaned into the kiss as he lowered to his knees. Their height difference
was never a problem to him. Orga opened his mouth wide as Mikazuki had his way
with the kiss, biting at his lips and tongue. Orga pulled at his clothes to get
out of them quickly. Orga whipped his jacket aside and it hit the wall.
Mikazuki was making work of Orga's pants.
"Hey," Orga's voice was light on his breath. "You didn't even let me show you
what I got."
"Hurry."
Mikazuki sure didn't sound impatient, but the cold single word held other
meanings for Orga. A shiver ran down Orga's spine, pooling into a needy heat at
the base of his tailbone as he pulled the pale semi-transparent tube from his
pants pocket, just before Mikazuki shoved Orga's pants down his thighs.
Mikazuki's hands roughly stroked Orga through his underwear as his eyes fell on
the tube Orga held in his hand.
"Ah." Of course. Mikazuki's hand left Orga's body as he took the tube in his
hands. Mikazuki placed the tube's cap between his teeth and grabbed Orga,
roughly forcing him to turn around. Orga's forearms hit the door and he sunk
down a bit more, pressing his backside into Mikazuki's hips.
Mikazuki pushed the thin material covering Orga's ass down to his knees with
the rest of his clothing. He twisted the cap off the tube with a crank of his
wrist, spitting the cap from his lips without care as to where it landed.
Mikazuki's hand caressed Orga's skin, feeling the smooth edges of Orga's hip
and rump, then moved to get a good feel of Orga between his cheeks, a finger
sliding over Orga's entrance and down to tease the heated veins of his
ballsack.
"M-Mika," Orga whispered.
"I got it."
They had access to much better tools and products since leaving Mars. That
included their sources of lubrication. Mikazuki was pleased with this gift as
he squeezed the tube and the clear liquid easily coated his fingers.
Orga bit his bottom lip as he waited impatiently against the door. Goosebumps
raced across his skin as he felt the liquid, cold against his heated body, pour
and run down over his entrance.
"Mika..."
Mikazuki answered by sliding a finger deftly into Orga. Orga swallowed back his
breath and held it, trembling as Mikazuki's finger slid further and further in.
Mikazuki's finger was quickly joined by a second, rapidly sliding in and out of
Orga. Mikazuki scissored his fingers to encourage a wider entrance, earning
moans from Orga as he struggled to relax his muscles. Orga could never really
get used to Mikazuki's touch in a way where he wouldn't get excited like this.
Mikazuki pulled his fingers away, and Orga sank a little lower on his knees.
"Oh."
Mikazuki looked at his hand, thumb and forefinger pulling apart from each other
as the clear substance hung lucid between them.
"A mess. It's getting everywhere."
"Heh," Orga snorted a breath of laughter. Of course the real stuff was going to
be a lot to handle compared to things they'd used in the past.
"It's nice, though."
Orga moaned in agreement when Mikazuki's fingers went back to massaging his
entrance, slick and ready. He felt the palm of of Mikazuki's hand against a
cheek, and the telling movement of Mikazuki's fingers. Orga refused to tense
up, but he reacted naturally when Mikazuki went ahead and slid his two fingers
back into him at once.
Mikazuki pulled and stretched, in and out, and Orga wanted to melt into the
floor.
"What should I do?" Mikazuki asked.
Mikazuki's fingers pressed hard and stroked slowly along Orga's most sensitive
spot.
"Orga..."
Orga shuddered hard.
Orga's clammy hands slid down the door with a single jerk, making a stubborn
squeak. Orga knew Mikazuki was watching him. Watching him with those eyes that
awaited every command. Unblinking.
"Touch..." Orga hesitated on light breaths. "Touch me."
Mikazuki made a soft, curious sound, but did as he was told. Mikazuki's other
hand reached around Orga's hip and grabbed his cock. Orga visibly twitched in
response. Orga was erect and more than ready for this attention.
As Mikazuki stroked Orga in agonizingly slow, long pulls, his two fingers
remained deep in Orga's ass, moving just enough to pet that same sensitive spot
over and over. Mikazuki knew how to find it well by this point, and knew how to
tease... how to drive Orga desperate with need.
"What should I do..." Mikazuki breathed hotly, his voice thick. "Orga..."
"Fuck..." Orga gasped. "Fuck me! Mika! Ah...!"
Orga was crying out, and loudly, and Mikazuki flicked his belt buckle open. Any
time Orga expressed desperation, it really got Mikazuki going. It was more than
worth it to drive his partner crazy with arousal. Mikazuki shoved his pants
down and his slick hand immediately rolled over his own erection. Mikazuki
wasn't going to wait any longer.
Mikazuki grabbed Orga's hip and pushed on the soft heated flesh, and he took
the opening in a single thrust. Mikazuki made a sound in his throat but it was
drowned out by the pleasured gasp of Orga. All the way in.
"Shit," Orga cursed. "Mika, you're-"
Mikazuki quickly set into thrusting his hips, banging into Orga with little
mercy.
"-ngh!" Orga choked. He swallowed, hard. "Good, as always..."
"Mm," Mikazuki accepted the compliment, not slowing down in his movements.
As they continued, Orga was bent to the floor, with Mikazuki arched over Orga's
back. Mikazuki took one hand from Orga's hips and slid it up Orga's shirt. His
fingers touched a Whisker.
Orga gasped again.
Mikazuki held the tip of the Whisker between his thumb and forefinger, and
squeezed softly. Orga nearly cried, arms writhing and his muscles tightening
around Mikazuki's cock as Mikazuki kept thrusting.
"Oh fuck, Mika."
"You're loud," Mika commented on Orga's begging as he rolled his fingers over
the Whisker.
"Mika!" Orga yelled. The rest was lost on cries and groans of pleasure as Orga
came, spurting hot semen from the stimulation forced on his Whisker, more than
enough to send him flying over the edge.
Orga bit his lip in mild embarassment. He was going to take liberty to be loud
in space all he wanted, something he had to choke on back on Mars so as not to
disturb others. Not that the others didn't know, anyway.
"Orga..." Mikazuki's voice dragged out Orga's name. It sent Orga's heart into a
rapid flutter.
Orga's hands were in sweaty fists, and he swallowed on his excitement as he
knew this was the moment. Mikazuki was going to climax.
Orga lay in wait, feeling himself filling up with Mikazuki's cum. Mikazuki
didn't even ride out his orgasm, staying still and buried deep inside of Orga
instead. Orga's body shook all over. Mikazuki grabbed Orga's cheeks again and
squeezed them together against himself. Mikazuki slowly pulled out, pushing the
flesh together along his softening cock. Once out, Mikazuki's hands didn't let
go. He wanted Orga to stay full.
Orga was still shaking. A small part of him wondered where Mikazuki learned
such filthy little things, and the erotic part of his mind reminded him that he
was the one at fault. Every command, Mikazuki carried out to its fullest, and
Mikazuki remembered.
Orga swallowed.
"Oh." Mikazuki's hands finally relinquished Orga's skin. "I needed to go to the
kitchen."
"You..." Orga tried to growl from grit teeth, but a pleasured smirk ruined any
intimidating tone he could have had.
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